om mani padme hum

"Oh, you fuckers!"
said the story teller.
"You bestial, obscenely rich child fuckers,
you cruising crusaders,
tongue-fucking those gutter-mouthed whores (boys or girls) in the street,
and using the same mouth to praise God,
wearing the white collar and blood-soaked power tie 
even as you give your human property oral pleasure,
demanding to sodomize them in return for the price of a day's bread.

You had better get every last weapon at the ready
and bear your heaviest armor on your back,
shielding your hardened heart and girding your loins.
You will need to bring everything you have to your defense.

This is a call to war on you,
Jabberwocky!
Beast!"

"Come out of your lair and show your face," the boy called!
"Throw out the jewels you've plundered from the innocent, and make your peace with your maker as I do now."

"Peace," the dragon said.  Be at peace. Calme vous, s'il vous plait.  I need my sleep, now. If you will go away, I will give you fire in the morning, or a fire in your belly if you prefer. By the way, you needn't worry about the innocent," he said." They have attained to their promise, that being long-suffering pain."

"I don't want your fire," the boy said.  I already have a fire in my belly.  Kundalini gave me that.  Your Manipura is laid low!  I am between four and five.  My third eye is opening..." he pauses, considering his anger evidence of his ego-nature... "if you will help me, I will not make war with you.  You are strong and clever. We have no need to destroy one another. I don't want blood. But I do want food." 

"I will teach you to grow grains and life-giving food.  Now, you will sleep.  And when you awake you will know a new way.  As you sleep, you will shape the environment to your will.  But be wise as you say you are, or you will never awaken.  If the time comes ripe, I will awaken you.  I will show you signs in the fields.  They will mark your way.  The innocent among you must pass through those gates to a new realm.  They will come to me.  Only those who please me will pass me through the Fifth Gate - the Gate of No Gate.  Praise be to the jewel in the lotus," said Draco. "om mani padme hum."

"om mani padme hum," the boy said.  So be it!  I will see you on that day, the day of my awakening.  I will give you your due, and I will pass you by."  I will give you thanks and you will give me passage."

"And the deal was struck," the story-teller said.  "They commemorated the deal with a ceremonial fire and a sacrifice of pinned-up-butterfly memories, specimens which had held the past in place.  The past was then free to change in a meandering river course, tracing a free course from her mouth to The Source, like Lightning who traces a blessed path of pure potential, giving us light, heat and fire.

If you will, enter the Fifth World.  That very Lightning is you.  Draco's spirit and his Magick is one with yours.  The jewels are yours, pricless and worthless.  You are the hero, my child.  And you are me."

The dragon which the boy saw was only a small flower on the tip of a tiny stem of grass.  Mahakasupa smiled.